Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.